The 2nd iteration 15 thro 23 December 2010 did not deliver results perhaps quite as emotionally dramatic as the 1st one. But there were a few events that stood out because they were clustered together.
Sunday 19 found me walking into the Catholic church compound via the south gate right opposite the priests' quarters. It was just another Sunday morning with BEC members busily preparing breakfast packets of nasi lemak, sandwiches and beehoon for sale. Women members were busy sorting out their wares on the counters, while Julie prepared Milo, milk tea and Nescafe in several large aluminium kettles.
Even before I stepped into the canteen, I could sense a large magnetic cloud of invisible energy enveloping the single storey brick and concrete structure.
Now I had on 3 separate occasion come upon such bubbles before.
Once around a Malay woman walking confidently in Ipoh Garden South and on another occasion a small sphere about 3 m / 10 ft diameter in a small Kuan Yin temple tucked between some shophouses just off Jalan Kuala Kangsar. There may also be found another one at the Kuan Yin temple right at the end of Taman Cempaka, the one with the curious rock formations. That last one was a whopper that seemed reluctant to let me go!
Xmas afternoon found me negotiating a busy crossroad against a breeze in Ipoh Garden South, when THAT Oil of Wintergreen struck again. This time around it seemed finer and cleaner in tone, all the more remarkable as it seemed to be blowing from the direction I was heading towards.
2 days later Monday 27 came 3 offers within the space of just 1 hour after late breakfast.
My old landlord offered a gift of health drink of soya bean plus wheatgrass, with a retail value of perhaps RM50. I took delivery of the 2 boxes consisting of a total of 32 packets powdered preparation just an hour ago.
A widow of less than a year yelled "Peter, if you want a kitchen job with my sister at the Jalan Datoh wantan mee shop, just go and see her." Apparently they were short handed for the new year but I did not pursue the matter. As I told Siok, a 75-year old retired teacher of Enlish, I wouldn't have lasted a day.
The last one was a real plum, something right up my street!
An old office colleague (and ACS schoolmate) called out of the blue and gave me a RM500 cheque being a "Chinese New Year present" as he put it. But of course I had to earn it. What he wanted of me were some preliminary pencil sketches for extensions to a terrace house he was eying.
So were these a bunch of gifts from Heaven? I can't tell, since they would have turned up in any case. The jury's out as they say in the US.
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